i find it hilarious at how i’ve been back in Brighton for just over a week, and in that short amount of time i’ve seen two transvestites, been called a MILF by three complete strangers, been verbally abused by a deranged girl who’s boyfriend asked for my number, been given free chips in macdonalds, spent over £10 on busfare, missed Dylans father painfully, and got sunburnt on one side of my upper body.
whats even more hilarious, is that i wouldn’t have changed any of it for the world.
i am home!
